Title: Challenge

Disclaimer: Not mine

Dedication: For Kegel

A/N: Suspension, life and driving tests you get the picture…sorry this took so long. Updates will be random for the next…3 weeks at least. I have 3 portfolios for Media and 2 for Business to be in within the next month. Psychology coursework to do next week (Its on CSI!) and revision to start for the 4 A-Level exams I have in the summer to start sometime soon. CSI Valentine to finish and my last CSI Project until the summer to start…Its gonna be hectic lol. I'll update when I can but please don't think I've forgotten or given up if I don't update for a bit.

Hodges looked up when Sara walked into the lab, then back down at the evidence, before doing a double take.

"Umm…is that you Sara?" He asked just making sure Sara didn't have a twin he didn't know about.

"Yeah," Sara smiled at him looking confused.

"You just look…ummm…different." Hodges mumbled before concentrating on the trace he had been studying.

"There's nothing different about me David." Sara smiled at him as she stepped closer. Sara let her eyes dropped to the floor after a few seconds trying to hide her embarrassment. It was a lie. She had put on some make-up that she had found at the bottom of her bag and tied her hair away from her face letting only a few strands frame the side of her head. And okay, maybe the top she had lent from Catherine had something to do with it. When she had enlisted the other CSI's help she hadn't expected Catherine to go for it let alone give her a full make over in five minutes flat. She was now wearing the black jeans she had come to work in, a pair of black high heels and a red top that dipped dangerously low in Sara's opinion but she was pulling it off. Just. She was actually eager for the meeting Grissom had arranged for the end of shift. It would be great to see Greg's face when he saw her; she just had to avoid him until the end of the shift.

"Here are your results Sara." Hodges said passing a sheet of paper to her still eyeing her suspiciously.

"Thanks David." Sara threw him another smile. " You're a star."

Hodges frowned as he watched the brunette leave. Several minutes later Nick walked in with Warrick.

"…Something's defiantly up with Greg." Nick finished shaking his head.

"And Sara," Hodges butted in.

"What?" Warrick looked at him.

"Sara was acting all…girly." Hodges gave up on finding a better word to suit the normally feisty female.

"I wonder what's up with them." Warrick frowned hoping to bump into his friends before the end of shift so he could see this change for himself.

"So Dr Rob, what's up with our vic?" Greg asked flicking though some papers on Dr Robbins desk.

"Come have a look," Dr Robbins started towards the examination room wondering slightly at the new name. Greg slowly followed not looking to interested. " Are you okay Greg?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I just have better things to do than this." Greg tried not to laugh at the look on Dr Robbins face.

"What?" The doctor had to ask for a repeat.

"It's not that hard to understand. I'm bored. Got anything more interesting?

Or shall I send Sidle down, this is more her thing, ya know, the people thing you have going. Laters." Greg couldn't hold in the laughter as the doctor turned to look at him, jaw almost hitting the floor.

"Are you ready?" Greg asked as Sara walked up to him at the end of the shift. A smug smile on her face.

"Ready for what?" Sara asked with a smile.

"Learn lines, dinner and script reading. Remember?" Greg said with a small frown as he grabbed a set of keys and his wallet out of his locker

"Why would I even consider dinner with you?" Sara replied grabbing her own things. Greg laughed.

"Very good Sidle, did better then I thought you would for a stuck up snob. Anyway dinner, now, mine, and I'm driving." Greg walked out of the door towards his car. Greg was sat there a few minutes before Sara left the lab and headed for her car, Greg waited for her to get what ever she needed flicking though the radio to try and find something 'Ryan' would listen to, looking up after settling on a heavy rock station Greg saw Sara's car slipping out of the car park and into the traffic.

"What the…" Greg threw the car into gear and followed Sara.

Fifthteen minutes later Greg pulled up next to Sara. "What happened to mine, dinner, and learning ya lines Sidle." Greg asked as he got out of the car and followed Sara up the path.

"Do you really think I'd go to your place?" Sara threw back.

"Ha ha Sara."

"Actually, I knew you'd follow and I need my script. Have plenty of food so we might as well just stay and do this at mine." Sara said opening a door to the small one story building she called home.

"Not the sort of place I'd see you in," Greg commented. The place was spacious, it had a decent size kitchen, two bedrooms and study and a living room as well as a small patch of grass that of tidied up might be called a garden."

"Why?" Sara asked puzzled.

"It's more spacious. You spend more time at work that here so I thought you'd have a tiny one bedroomed glorified closest. Actually my isn't even glorified, its just a closet." Greg explain going off on a tangent along the way.

"I don't sleep well, I need room to move about," was all Sara said on the subject. Greg didn't ask for any more information but instead made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"I guess I can make something from this lot," Greg said taking different cartons and packages out of the fridge.

"What…"

"I told you I was making you dinner so get your script and start reading it over, we'll work on lines after food." Greg said pushing Sara out of the kitchen before turning back to look at his ingredients.

Sara grabbed her script from on top of her bookcase and settled down to read though it slowly downing out the noises of Greg humming and clashing around in the kitchen.

Sophie: I just wish they would leave me alone.

Libby: But what can you expect when you have the family you have? People to leave you alone and pretend you don't exist. Plus your hot, clever, a cheerleader and dating the cutest guy in the town.

Karen: Libby has a point ya know Soph.

Libby: I always have a point

Sophie: You always think you have a point.

Libby: Hey!

Karen: Any what are we up to tonight?

Sophie: I don't feel like going out. You guys go.

Karen: Not again.

Libby: Isn't this like the third time this week you 'don't feel like it'. People expect to see you out, not holed up in this place.

Sara felt her eyes dropping as she continued to read. Another ten minutes and she had sunk into the darkness of sleep.

Greg smiled as he saw the sleeping woman, script still open, curled up on the sofa.

A/N: Awwww…cute image of Sara everyone. Review and I'll update asap. Thanks for all the reviews so far…Keep them going. - Lenna